The Penn's Grove record., 1887-05-21

against III anu then, 10 ner
ment, a man comfortably seated there
on, whom she imagined to be none
other Brown ''the calumniator." Yet
there was nothing villainous in his
appearances; rather the reverse, for he
was young, handsome, and we'll dressed;
with a cast of ~countenance indicating
a pr~edisposition to virtue. She had seen
enough. however-more than she had
expected-so she turned and wandered
away; but wherever she went, whether
to pluck a flower here or to admire one
there, for some unaccountable reason
she kept in view the lonely hole in the
wilderness fence.
Tie morning was so beautiful, the
surroundings so pleasant, and Thisby's
heart 50 full of youthful joy that care
less time engenders, that as she arran-
ged the flowers she had gathered into a
bouquet she began singing snatches of
familiar songs. simultaneously with
the first note the figure on the rustic
bench showed unusual signs of ANNA.
ton and interest. The man arose, took
a step forward, listened a moment,
then exclaimed: "As my name is Pyra-
mus Brown, a woman's voice, and a
| 0Mttb Ollc, LOOs II BLdIICu III btAS
direction whence the voice came and a
few steps brought him to the fence.
"What a walll" he said, ''higher than
a citadel's. I'll scale it. No, here |
may look through" He bent down and
peering in, saw Thisby, who had just
finished the bouquet and tied it with a
ribbon from her hair, coming in his
direction. When she reached a point
opposite him, she stopped and stood a
moment ~irresolute, then turned and
stepped lightly towards him and, as she
stopped to take another look before
going in, eye met eye through the
aperture.
"Oh!" exclaimed Thisby, starting
back.
"Ah!" sighed. Pyramus, leaning the
| farther forward. Its q manl'' said
Thisby, clasping her hands, dropping
her head and blushing.
ayes, it IS a man; but don't be
afraid" returned Pyramus, assuringly.
If this fence were out of the way, l
might explain matters"
"Indeedl" replied Thisby sarcastic
ally; "when you were the cause of it,"
"Mef Not II" returned Pyramus
firmly.
"Your name is Pyramus Brown is it
not?"
"Yes."
"Well, my father just hates you'll"
"Hates me? L have never met your
father. 1t must be my father he hates.
l am Pyramus Brown, Junior"
"Oh; is that itp" replied Thisby in a
tone of apology.
Eyes, you would not visit my fathers
sins ON my head l hope?n
"No-o," replied Thisby, hesitating.
"I will have this fence removed at
| once" said Pyramus in a voice of au-
thority.
son, will you? It would make me so
| happy"
YES l will" replied Pyramus; s'and
whatever imaginary fence stands be-
tween your fathers mind and my faith
er's, cleared away also. The idea of
neighbors fencing each other out in this
! wayi Don't you think it foolish?"
Eyes l do" replied Thisby. "There
! is father calling now. / must CO."
II hear no one,n said Pyramus.
Don't you hear a voice calling This
by?"
"Ahi that's your name. Well, This
by, meet me here at this time to-mor-
row, and we will arrange a plan for
removing this fence.o
Il will try" Thlsby replied.
"And give me those beautiful flowers
as a pledge that you viii surely come"
said Pyramus,
"Oh, no; L can't do that" replied
! Thisby. "IIere comes papa now"
"Quickl" said Pyramus laughing,
''toss them over orr will cry out: Smith,
| Smith, at the top of my voice"
"Well take them," said Thisby,
| throwing the bouquet over the fence
and hurrying to meet her father.
"Ah, there you are, my DEAR" said
Mr.. Smith. "Come, you must get ready
for church. What have you found 10
amuse this morning?"
"Lots of things, papa; the fence for
one"
"Yes,n he answered cautiously.
"And what a fence it is" Thisby
continued.
.sYes,n said her father; Every well
built. Saws did a good job ON it."
"And Mr.. Brown has such beautiful
grounds. l saw them through a hole in
the fence.
''Ill have it covered this very after
noon" said Mr.. Smith firmly.
To-day is Sunday, papa"
"Well, the first thing tomorrow,
then" replied Mr.. Smith.
s'Oh yes, papa; and 1 saw Mr.. Brown,
too. and he is such a nice gentleman -.
siWhatl" exclaimed Jonathan Smith
in amazement.
"Huml" said Thisby quietly, as they
| entered the house together.
The next morning Pyramus sauntered
about his fathers grounds for some
time, finally depositing himself in the
rustic seat, in which Thisby had so I'M
expectedly discovered him the day be-
fore. He settled himself in an easy
| posture and contemplated the huge fence
| before him. The result of his delibera-
| tions was the following sage opinion
| which he delivered with considerable
| yehemence: ''That fence will never
| stand against a strong wind; never-if
! the posts are loosened."
The tue had now arrived for Thisby
| to meet him at the hole in the fence, to
| which he repaired and peered through
| a%nxiously. There was Thisby wander
ing aimiessly about. He thought she
was a very beautiful girl; which indeed
she was. He thought her the most beau
| tiful girl in all the world; which indeed
she was not. The latter opinion, how
| ever, unfounded, was pardonable; for it
| was caused by a very commendable
prejudice, the bias of a youthful admit
| ration; besides, it wa influenced by a
baIf ;nformad dpglrn-a desira TINT che
might be his. and being his, what
beauty could be more beautiful What
| king or prince, with all that money
| buys and royalty purloins, holds in the
crimson casket of his wealth a gem a
| tenth as beautiful, a hundreth part as
| valuable as the sweet and tender object
of a good mans love, be she in form and
feature what she may?
'Thisby," cried Pyramus, in a very
| small voice.
Thisby, on the alert for the slightest
sound. heard the call and FASTENED to-
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